When Bai Qingqing’s aura changed, the people of Iron Mouth Village were all shocked and short of breath. At this moment, they felt that this young girl had the potential to deal with Han Songcheng, and they felt hope. Even though they were a distance away from Bai Qingqing, they could still feel the pressure in the air.

If even the villagers could feel the pressure, there was no need to talk about the three being surrounded by this pressure. The skinny, lecherous man was sweating, pale, and shaking—he felt like he was going to suffocate.

Even the gloomy old man’s expression turned ugly when he sensed danger. He didn’t expect to meet someone else in Yellow Flower Ridge with a higher cultivation level than him, not to mention someone so young.

The only person who wasn’t shocked too much was Han Songcheng. At this moment, all the lecherous intent in his heart disappeared; he didn’t even feel greed toward the dazzling sword in Bai Qingqing’s hand. This alluring young girl before him was at the same cultivation level as him. He had spent decades crawling and rolling his way forward, and he only...